Trafford’s Trading Club

It's probably a habit for superiors to wait for subordinates, for leaders to wait for employees, for teachers to wait for students...

Even if he came to the school on time, to the teaching office, Lochu didn't see the teacher he was supposed to be looking for.

But he saw his only classmate.

Zhang Yuanrui sat with him in a chair outside the teaching office. Lochu sat on the left side, while Miss Zhang sat on the right side.

The two did not deliberately pull apart, nor did they intend to pull apart, so they sat, as if they were sitting in a normal classroom.

There was not much rain outside, and the corridors outside the Academy were dull and dull.

It's naturally not easy to read the books outside. It occurred to me that Rochu, who had not logged into his account for some time, had opened it and found a new response to a question he had previously sent.

Or was it the last time he was offered "Golden Eyes", possibly the Answer Lord of the Gospel of Judah?

Probably means that those ancient sources of writing have not been confirmed. Golden Eyes said he was an ancient literature research student, and recently he was thinking about doing an ancient literature research subject, and became interested in these texts posted by Lochu.

Golden Eyes left a contact information for the email address.

Lochu was not anxious to respond to Golden Eye's request, but suddenly there was a feeling that something unexpected might have happened if he had made contact with Golden Eye.

He pondered for a moment and did not choose to greet Golden Eyes proactively, but similarly registered a regular email address and sent it to the past.

Pfft, pfft, pfft... pfft.

There seemed to be something coming, which made Miss Zhang curiously look up at the moment. She glanced at Lochu at random first, but saw that he seemed unresponsive and looked in the direction of Lochu.

At 3: 30 p.m., Zhang Yurui saw a little girl in the dark hallway of the school building. About six or seven years old.

The little girl was wearing a plaid blue and white jumpsuit, her face was a little white... Zhang Rui could not see the little girl's face, she could only see her side face, and the little girl's movements at this time.

The little girl lowered her head and patted herself on a dark red leather ball.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The ball bounced and jumped, and the sound was steady and rhythmic. But the little girl's clothes were soaking wet, with her head down, and her hair could see that it was dripping.

Zhang Yu Rui frowned and when she was about to walk over, the little girl held the leather ball in her hand and turned around.

“Ah…”

Sister Zhang suddenly made a low shout and even her body had to take a small step back.

The little girl had big eyes, wet hair on her face, and a bowknot headband, and no little girl's mouth impressed the young lady.

Her mouth... the flesh and blood were blurred, stitched together by a needle!

……

Miss Zhang, who was frightened, tightly covered her mouth with her hands, but between winks, the little girl whose mouth was stitched had been thrown away from her face.

“Ro, Ro, did you, did you see that?” Zhang Furui brushed his gaze and looked at Lochu at the end of the chair.

But Rochu was still looking at his phone, as if he hadn't lifted his head.

“See what?” Lochu didn't look up either.

“Just now...” Zhang Rui stunned and looked at where the little girl had just been - the floor that was supposed to have been wet by the water on the little girl, but it looked dry at the time.

Zhang Yurui suddenly developed a chill all over her body. In front of her eyes, the little girl's mouth was wrapped around her brain with a stitched scene. She couldn't wave.

“Voice, don't you hear what just happened? ”

Lochu raised his head and looked directly in front of him, at the door of the teaching office, and he stood up and said, "I hear you, go in. ”

“Two classmates, come in! ”

That's the voice of the teacher in the teaching room. Zhang Yurui looked consciously at the teaching office. There was an impulse to say that it was not the teacher's voice, but she spoke to her mouth and swallowed it back.

With all her heart, she followed Lochu and walked into the teaching room.

A teacher from the teaching office, named Wang. Teacher Wang took them to a small room in the teaching office and sat down.

Teacher Wang, in her thirties, wears glasses and cuts a short, skillful hair. In this age, women can generally be well maintained if only maintained.

Zhang Yu Rui glanced at Teacher Wang's unnamed finger on her left hand, bearing a light ring mark. It should be that she just took off the ring for a short time, and her original skin tone did not recover.

Just divorced...

“In these two days, we received the family of Professor Qin Fang…” Teacher Wang silenced for a while and said: “That is, the mentors of the two classmates. According to his family, Professor Qin suddenly died of a heart attack. We also received a death report from the professor. ”

Zhang Wanrui frowned. She remembers what happened to her in that catacombs in Ulaanbaatar, and now she thinks about his family… how the hell did she get this death report?

Professor's relatives, it seems that only Qin Chuyu, Miss Qin?

“We are also very saddened about Professor Qin Fang. But death cannot be brought back to life, and the two students are professors, but don't be too sad.” Teacher Wang slowly said: “The reason for calling the two students today is mainly to hear your opinions. ”

"Teacher Wang said," The two classmates' specialties should understand themselves. This is the way the school is arranged. If we can help you change your line, we can offer a supplementary course for both of you during the summer vacation, so that you can keep up with the progress of your studies next semester... ”

And Rochu said, "Are there any other arrangements? ”

Teacher Wang nodded: “Besides, we will try to arrange your new teacher. You are sophomores, but given the particularities of the two classmates, you are basically a mentor with students. Students in their third and fourth years are now under the leadership of other teachers to conduct some research elsewhere… Either let the first grade teacher lead you, we can communicate as much as possible on our side, otherwise I'm afraid we'll have to wait to hire a new teacher, but this may take longer. ”

Teacher Wang smiled: “Of course, the school will give the students time to think about it. ”

Lochu nodded.

Zhang Yuanrui suddenly said: “Teacher... that thing..."

She extended her finger to one of the cabinets in this tiny room, which actually had a small, dark red... leather ball!